I walk up to her, bending to look at her eyes closely. There is even more redness than the other boy I healed, so red that I am convinced she had been possessed for a very long time.
"She was a bad one?" I ask them wonderingly.
"Terrible," Jim groans, "She had already killed thirty people by the time we even reached her."
"It might be better just to kill her," George says softly, "she's wanted everywhere. She will probably be on death row in a couple weeks."
Anger builds up in me, combined with horror and pure disgust.
"It's not her," I say sharply, "it is the Shifter inside her. Why should we kill her for something that isn't her fault?"
I lean over her, watching her form in the green grass. My finger trembles slightly as I place it on her forehead, shaking even more as I am immediately enveloped in voices.
